March 20, 2012


I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

~ A. J. Kilmer, “Trees”

It’s Spring Equinox. Happy Spring Everybody!


  1. Lovely, my mantra this week has been 'Hurrah for Spring'.

  2. At last spring sunshine. But we need rain too, and so do the trees, preferably during the night..